I need the scrongle..... the glorbo..... give to me now.......

Mothah n Auntie phone dooble

If mama Harley can handle ren let’s see how she handles the big guns….and by that I mean the emotional mess that is Ruby

"C'mon in, sweetheart." Harley sweetly offered from the doorway. "I promise I won't bite on the first session."

Ruby gave a nervous chuckle as she passed Harley and sat herself on the couch. Since arriving in Beacon only a few weeks ago, it seemed Harley- er, Dr. Quinn was comfortable enough to move herself in. Her diplomas hung from the walls, though a few looked like they were taped together from torn shreds. But her friends gave their words that these sessions were good for them.

"It's a joke, ah course." She seated herself in the comfy chair across from her. "Somthin tah put yah at ease."

"Uh, thank you." Ruby let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous about this."

"An why is that?" Jaune's mom asked. "Is it because I used to be a criminal?"

"You did?" Ruby asked, more curious than afraid.

"Mhm, and I used to be one of the worst people in Gotham." Dr. Quinn nodded. "But then I learned bettah, an now I help girls like you learn bettah."

"What would I need to learn better?"

"What do yah want tah be bettah at?"

"Um..." Ruby scratched her head. "I'm kind of confused."

"Hm, well..." She tapped her chin. "What do you think yer not good at?"

"I guess," Ruby closed her eyes as she spoke, "I don't think I'm a good leader sometimes, but I think I'm getting better at it."

"That's good." She scribbled in her notes. "What makes you think you're not a good leader?"

"Well," Ruby twiddled her thumbs, "I kind of get my team into trouble. Like when Roman Torchwick got a hold of an Atlas Paladin, there was... a lot of damage that the school promised they would cover."

"And you feel it was your fault?"

"Wouldn't you?" Ruby asked. "I mean, have you ever led a team?"

"Several, sweetie." Harley beamed. "And you bettah believe I got us into trouble. But I also got us outta trouble. That's what leadahs do, right?"

"I... I guess..." Ruby sighed. "I just wish Mom warned me before she..."

The room was quiet, save for the novelty clock on the wall. Much like the face of the clock, the space was open for interpretation, with the numbers piled on the bottom perfectly representing Ruby's self-esteem. Unlike on the clock, however, Harley could actually pick up the pieces here.

"I know this might sound cliché, but why don't ya tell me about yer mothah?"

"She was... She was my hero. From what I can remember, she was everything I wanted to be. She was strong, brave, pretty, made the best cookies ever." Ruby chuckled, then sighed. "But then she left one night. I never got the chance to say good-bye, or I love you, or... anything. Not until I was standing in front of her grave."

"That must've been hard fer you." Harley said.

"Yeah." Ruby sniffed. "It was. Until I left for Beacon, I would always visit her grave and just... talk to her."

"What did you talk about?"

"School. Yang. Dad. Uncle Qrow. Anything that I thought she would normally ask me about." Ruby wiped her eye with her finger. Harley pushed the box of tissues closer to her. "Sometimes, though, I wish," Ruby gulped before taking a tissue, "I wish I could see her again. Even if she really was gone. Just so I knew what happened to her."

Ruby blew her nose and sniffed. Harley set her notes down and took a tissue herself. Doctor-patient confidentiality meant any tears shed by either of them would be kept quiet on her end. Ruby's end, not so much, but it was something she was willing to risk.

"Ruby," Harley blew into her hankie, "when you stepped into my office, you were very nervous. Scared, too, I bet. But now you're here, showing your emotions with a stranger. That takes guts, and I can't speak for yer mothah, but I want you to know that, as a mothah, I'm proud of you."

"Th-Thank you." Ruby sniffed.

The Signs as Moments from Cinderella (1950) ARIES: Lucifer skirting Gus's attempt to beeline to Cinderella's room with the key to her escape by trapping him under a teacup and laughing gleefully. Petty! TAURUS: The Fairy Godmother zaps Lucifer with her magic, chasing him away. Cinderella remarks, "Poor Lucifer," only for the Fairy Godmother to clapback: "Serves him right, I'd say." GEMINI: Lady Tremaine reprimanding her WILD daughters, preaching: "Remember, above all, self-control," before hearing Cinderella knock on the door and subsequently slamming the piano keys with full force and no chill. "YES?!" CANCER: Anastasia frantically calling for her mother and running about in the hallway, bare-foot, in her magenta nightdress after finding a harmless mouse in her teacup. "Mothah, mothah- MOTHAHHH!!!" LEO: Cinderella making Lady Tremaine fall back by pulling a reverse uno and revealing her glass slipper, which she kept as a secret until that moment. Sometimes you have to be the drama. VIRGO: The exasperation Lady Tremaine feels when plainly explaining the King's plot to trap his son into marriage with the girl who fits the slipper and Drizella and Anastasia, half-asleep, still aren't following...after Lady Tremaine, at her age, woke up hours before they did, traveled to the castle gates to read the notice, and got all the tea from the neighbors. She's of half a mind to smack them upside the night-cap with the broken crockery Cinderella just dropped. LIBRA: When Cinderella tells Bruno that everyone should try to get along and see the good in each other, but she fails to find a redeeming quality about Lucifer. Oop! SCORPIO: The way Cinderella had the entire kingdom in a chokehold without even trying and everyone's eyes were on her, but seconds later she vanished into thin air and they weren't even sure what her name was, how to find her, or which kingdom she came from. The Grand Duke was sputtering: "Mademoiselle! Senorita!" because he didn't even know which language she spoke. SAGITTARIUS: Jaq and Gus going toes with Lucifer for the left-over, tossed away items the Stepsisters are no longer interested in for pieces they can incorporate into Cinderella's party dress. Well-meaning, but honestly, what were they thinking??? But, also, THEY DID THAT. CAPRICORN: The absolutely chaotic energy the Stepsisters have when trying on the glass slipper, knowing it doesn't belong to them. Anastasia claiming the slipper must've shrunk because she spent all night dancing in it and glass shoes aren't built to last. Drizella feigning an old-money accent when seeing the shoe that she's never worn a day in her sorry life: "Why that's my slip-per!" AQUARIUS: Prince Charming refusing to date anyone seriously, to the point where the King has to throw a ball in his honor, announce and plan it the day of, and literally bring every single woman in the kingdom for the slightest chance it'll lead to something. PISCES: Lucifer, hearing Cinderella's voice beckoning him to wake up, but choosing to stay in his ribbon-encrusted kitty bed instead. When he finally does choose to come, he takes his sweet time getting over, making sure to stretch and aggressively yawn.

In the event that Erlong becomes more prominent in the show going forward, I demand at least one scene of Mei going star-eyed over his hunting hound and giving it belly rubs. Never before has Erlong felt more betrayed

mei kicks down mk's door with the dog in her arms:MK LOOK WHAT I HAVE!!!!!!

Mk:.......IS THAT ERLANGS DO-

Mei: FUCK YEAH IT IS AND ITS TIME FOR A MOTHAH-FUCKING MAKEOVER WITH THIS PUPPY!!!!

Mk: mei....thats not a puppy.

Mei:. . . . .. . .. ..

Mei: *presses her forehead to Mk's with wide eyes*

Mei: mothah-fukin. puppy. makeover

Mk:......ill get the ribbons

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erlang standing alone in his backyard:.......where the fuck is my dog?

yes. mei stole the dog straight from his house. the dog is very happy to be pampered.

CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES….. THGIS IS MY LAST RESORT 😩

IT ALL STAETED WHEN I LOST MAH MOTHAH T_T BSHSJWAH IT SOUNDS GOOD THOUGH IT SOUNDS GOOD!!!!!! I love your little zimage are you insane about this song and him

Pelipper Mail! Fries with cheese and bacon bits. Sitting on the top of the pile of fries is a Galarian Dark Badge

HELL YES.

CHEESE FRIES MOTHAH-FUCKER!

... Oh an' a neat gym badge. Don't this belong ta Piers?

Captain, how is it that your organ playing is so beautiful? You always seem to be on key, so to speak-. (Hehe funny joke)

"Charmin' words, grey seagull. Ah rarely get praised from mah skills since everyone on the seas tend tah hate the loud music that comes from the pipe organ- uh." He smiles with appreciation from the friendly comment.

"Ah was taught by mah mothah long ago when Ah was a little lad, it seems Ah certainly have inherited her talent and love fer the pipe organ.

Believe it or nae, it belonged tah her before she gave it tah me."

Dan: mother FXCKER!!!!! 🤬

Cecilia: mothah FXCKA! 😃

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Dokutah from another mothah

How the fuck do I deal with Exusiais high exp costs

She's wringing me dry I just want to get her to E2

you dont

level someone else

Mother Superion was everything to me this season like that's MOTHAH

closed starter for @thegiftofcruelty.

"I believe every patient has the right to know their diagnosis, but what am I gonna do, be like sorry, you're a psychopath and it's probably because you fell off that swing when you were seven and also because ya mothah washed ya hands in bleach." She knows that it's healthier to leave their work at the office, but Hannibal knows better than most that it's difficult to turn your brain off when the clock strikes five. Especially after she's got half a jack and coke in her, Harleen really can't turn the doctor off. "Plus, ya can't TELL a psychopath that they're a psychopath; it UPSETS them."

Every sip tastes like gasoline, but she desperately wants her male coworkers to take her seriously. Maybe a glass of wine would have been more sophisticated, but what if she'd ordered the wrong vintage? No, better to order whiskey like a REAL man. Maybe she wasn't as cultured as her companion, but she'd be damned if she sat here drinking some pussy fruit cocktail while they talked about Gotham City's most unhinged. "Is it just me, or does our bartendah look a lot like Kevin Bacon??"

Mamma Harley Arc AU:

Nora: So… You use a giant hammer?

Harley: Yeah.

Nora: And you like it when things blow up?

Harley: Uh-Doy!

Nora: … Can you be my mom?

Nora laid back on the comfy couch. Beacon's Headmaster, Ozpin, was kind enough to allow Harley the room while performing what liked to call "on the spot therapy". This was common in her wilder years, usually in the back of a squad car after a failed heist. Criminal psychology was her bread and butter, but you had to learn the others to get a full course meal out of your work.

"Now, lay back, relax, an' tell doctah' Harley all ya poblems." She clicked her pen. "Let's start with ya childhood. As far back as you can remember."

"Well, I grew up in a small village in Mistral." Nora began. "It was just me and my mom, and we didn't have anything. We might as well have been homeless, even if we had a roof over our heads."

"And what was ya mothah like?" Harley asked, scribbling into her notepad. "Was she a loving mothah?" Nora was quiet for a moment. "It's okay, take ya time."

Nora took a deep breath. "I thought she was. She took care of me. Tucked me in, fed me, and took care of me when I was sad. But then..." Nora tensed, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"Here, kid." Harley hand Nora a box of tissues. Nora blew into a tissue as tears welled in her eyes. "Don't hold back, just let it all out."

"Th-then the Grimm attacked, a-and they killed everyone." She blew her nose again, heaving breaths as she relived that awful time of her life. "A-And Mom j-just abandoned me! I -I watched her r-run ahead without me, and I cried, and I cried, b-but she never looked back for me."

"Nora?" The girl looked up to the woman. "Do ya want a hug?" Nora quickly nodded her head, and felt the motherly embrace of the psychiatrist.

"I... I just don't know what I did wrong!" Nora sobbed into Harley's shoulder. "W-What kind of a mother abandons her child?"

Harley was quiet, stroking the girl's back. Swallowing a hard lump, she answered. "Awful muthahs. Horrible, awful people." Harley pulled away from Nora. "But ya made it here, alive and happy. Ya mother may have abandoned you, and yes, ya lost her, but she's the one who lost something more important. She lost the chance to see the beautiful and intelligent woman ya growin up ta be. An without her, ya came here an made so many friends to take her place a hundred fold." Harley smiled. "So don' give her a second thought."

Nora sniffed, then blew into another tissue. "Thank you, Ms. Harley."

"Oh, pshaw!" Harley hugged the girl. "Jus Harley is fine, sweetie. Now, if ya eva need someone ta talk to, here's my numbah. Call me whenever, and if ya can't get ta me, jus leave a message."

"Thanks, Harley." Nora stood up. "I'm gonna go hang out with my friends."

"Have fun, sweetie!" Once Nora left, Harley walked over and shut the door. She locked it, and shoved the couch into the door knob. She sat down.

'W-What kind of a mother abandons her child?!'

"Me..." Harley sobbed into her hands. "I'm the kinda muthah who would do that..."

“There’s ten TV dinners in the freezer. Bread and cold cuts…” Billy hopped up, opening the kitchen cabinet to display the stocked pantry, “Soup. Mac n’ Cheese. Hamburger Helper. Beef-a-roni — save the label, White, goddamn it! I want that Frisbee!”

White didn’t look up from SimCity 2000. Jackhammer sound clips repeated as he razed a fire station to make room for a power plant. 

Billy walked towards him with a heavily annotated sheet of graph paper, “I compiled  all the local restaurants that will deliver out here if you give them a big tip. Organized by cuisine and least to most frequent incidents of food poisoning. Kebabs. Pizza, Chinese—”

“You’re not my mothah, Billy. I know how to take care of myself,” White snapped, “I’m 30 years old over here.”

Billy hesitated before flipping over the paper, “Numbers for Poison Control. OD Hotline. Suicide Hotline. Just… “ Billy forced the paper into Pete’s hand, “Don’t let me come home to a corpse. Please.”

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Alison’s car honked from outside. Billy shouldered his packed bag, checked his hair in his reflection in a dead monitor stacked by the couch and headed for the door.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” White called after him, ambiguous in the level of sarcasm..

Billy looked back over his shoulder and huffed, “You send really mixed messages, White.”

He shrugged, “I’m filled with conflicting emotions about my quizboy leaving the nest. It’s like… I practically raised you and now you’re all grown up. Going off to screw some teenage tramp in a cheap motel.”

“What the fuck?! You didn’t raise me,” Billy kicked off, “You’re not my mother either!”

“Who showed you how to open a checking account, huh? Who bought you your first wine cooler?”

“You didn’t even know what fabric softener was before I told you. You still don’t know how to fold a bed sheet.”

White dabbed at the corner of his eyes, “Just go. I don’t want to cause a big scene. I’m too emotional.”

“Ugh, you’re such a dick!” Billy snapped, storming out.

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in this chapter...

Billy & the Riot Clrrrk hit the road to look for Ameeeeeerica; Left behind, Pete White realizes he doesn't know how to be alone

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*I didn't even finish writing all the parts I had planned but I uploaded it anyway. I'll fill it in later.

 CONGRATULATIONS!

You’re here, in time to watch my Writing

enter the “Poker Space.”

Yes. My writing has decided, for me.

You see, one day my Writing said to me:

“Aren’t you tired of the 2 cent per word

Content Mill

Bullshit Shenanigans?” (Say that fast five times 😉 )

look, man… the only way to make what I’m worth

is to find yourself a Niche,

you wannabe

Copywritah mothah fokkah …

well then ..

is Poker even a “Niche?”

sure it is!

There are just as many wannabe poker players out there,

as there are wannabe Copywriters…

I’m as qualified to delineate my knowledge of poker, as I am to teach you how to change the bass strings on your ‘76 Gibson Grabber…

wow… what an overrated bass that is!

YES, the Gibson Grabber is an overrated bass.

Believe me, the only thing that bass is gonna grab…

is your wallet..

Yes,

poker will grab your wallet too..

is it worth it?

Does Edward Norton cause Matt Damon some problems in “Rounders” ?

Sure he does! Sure it’s worth it…

poker is the greatest game…

Just ask Steve McQueen

in Cincinnati Kid.

🙂

It’s a great game, I tell ya!

And henceforth, in these pages, among other things, I will attempt to show you

why? … .. .

please stay tuned.

How long did it take you to learn the pipe organ, Captain??

"A couple of years, mah mothah was mah tutor when Ah started practin' during mah early teens. She was extraordinarily talented and Ah was always wantin' tah be as good as her- uh."

He sadly smiles, reminiscing of the warming and simpler times of him sat next to his mother on the pipe organ bench. Her encouraging smile as she taught him about each individual key to press.

"Since then Ah've gained much more years of experience playin' the instrument. Ah can only hope that if she was alive tahday then she would be proud that Ah'm still playin' her pipe organ."